I have to admit to being slightly saddened by the news that echinacea really, truly, does not work. Although really, no skin off my back, since I've always liked the taste (at least of the kind in alcohol. The kind in that sugar-y liquid w/ valerian is horrific).
Nothing like the revelation (back in 2000) that eating lots of tofu can cause Alzheimer's, though, which hit my very hippie-ish hometown of Putney like a fucking tidal wave.
Just got back from the Cocorosie show at Joe's Pub, and oh my fucking god were they good. Hopefully I'll be seeing them again tomorrow night, opening for Antony at Town Hall (Antony, sadly, was not there tonight to sing "Beautiful Boys," although they asked for him...and then asked if "Nomi" was in the audience. (was not) Anyone know what Nomi that would be? other than the ghost of Klaus, and really, I can totally imagine them seancing him onstage.)
I don't dig Sufjan Stevens, I really don't, but I've had a hard time figuring out what it is that I don't like about his music. This quote, from an interview, helps explain: "I think Augie March is the great American novel, far more compelling than even Moby Dick."
A few months ago I saw Ryland Bouchard, Mr. Therobotateme, playing an accorgan, which is an electric accordion that can be played, without moving the bellows, like a small organ. Since that time I have had a lust, burning deep inside me, to possess an accorgan of my own.
On a completely unrelated (or so I though!) note, I have long held that the most reliably entertaining, not to mention astonishing, show on television is Jack Van Impe Presents, featuring the wisdom of "the walking bible," Dr. Jack van Impe, and the pure and blissful cooings of his wife, Rexella Van Impe.
Imagine my surprise and delight, then, at discovering this record for sale on eBay: "The Van Impes (Jack and Rexella)…Singing and Making Melody With the New Accorgan."
I ask you to imagine it, and yet I am sure that you cannot.
Dougie Bowne is a very small man. Even when he wears a very small belt there's a big length of it left over that hangs down in front of his pants.
Last night Dougie walked out of his apartment, and a cop pulled to a stop in front of him and yelled "Is your cock in your pants?"
Dougie's show at the Stone on Sunday was amazing. First piece was Heliocentric Worlds gone ECM, really lovely. There were vibes, unfortunately, but if you must have vibes, Bill Ware is the man to play them.
Fireworks are boring.
This morning while driving home I heard Leonard Lopate on the radio say "CBGB's has often been called the sine qua non of punk rock." Umm...
I crave lemonade all summer long.
My computer died last week. I hate apple. Considering a Salon article about the evils of their customer support.